Quoth The Raven, "nevermore.

The Reproduction Of What The Senses Perceive In Nature Through The Veil Of The Soul.

It Is With Literature As With Law Or Empire - An Established Name Is An Estate In Tenure, Or A Throne In Possession.

The Past Is A Pebble In My Shoe.

I Stand Amid The Roar Of A Surf-tormented Shore, And I Hold Within My Hand Grains Of Golden Sand- How Few! Yet How They Creep Through My Fingers To The Deep, While I Weep- While I Weep!

Poetry Is The Rhythmical Creation Of Beauty In Words.